Is this the station, Gran'pa Jim? inquired a young girl, as the train began to slow up. "I think so, Mary Louise," replied the handsome old gentle-man addressed. "It does look very promising, does it?" she continued, glanc-ing eagerly out of the window. "The station? No, my dear; but the station isn't Cragg's Crossing, you know; it is merely the nearest railway point to our new home."